I felt it was time to supply an update on the life of Super Dynamite and us men in general. No real photo-talk here, but plenty of protein for those of you on a low-carb diet.
An update here, us men. Poolside, rolling with the pseudo-hawk, and goggles. A few hours workout before we head out for the evening.
Practicing our Team Zizzou acrobatics. He was fearless, demanding, “do it again Uncle Dan.”
And yes, us men always have time for a pose or two, just to keep everyone happy. Here we are in our breath holding championship practice mode.
A few short months ago, it was me burying him, and now, he buries Uncle Dan. Men, we like to bury things. Why not? It’s primal. Hide it for later? Keep it from you? A survival mechanism.
And then, we men, we retire to the couch for ENDLESS hours of television. We were watching tennis, and after about twenty minutes Super Dynamite asks, “Is that baseball?” So, okay, we have work to do here, but TV is TV, and a great foundation for a man’s life.
We hunt. We gather.